Red Hot Love

Chapter 1

Just getting home from work, Megan skipped into her house, picking up a package wrapped in red paper and white ribbon. Her cashier job at the local supermarket sucked, but with her being in love with her boyfriend and her birthday being tomorrow and Valentine's Day no less, that made her job bearable. After years of being alone and miserable, she was finally happy. Walking in and dropping her purse, the gift and keys on the kitchen counter, Megan grabbed the phone and dialed her boyfriend, Brent's, number.

"Hey, babe," Brent said, his voice low and sexy. "How was your day?"

"It sucked, as usual," she answered. "But knowing we're going out tomorrow..."

"About that," he interrupted. "I can't get away from work. I've got to help with inventory tonight and then I've got to go to the store across town to help train employees."

"Oh," Megan said, her heart sinking. "Ok. I'll see you around. Bye."

"Later," he replied, hanging up.

Feeling bummed, Megan looked in her fridge, trying to decide what to make for dinner. That's when an idea hit her; she'd make a dinner for two and surprise Brent at work. She threw together a lasagna and popped it in the oven. While she waited for it to cook, Megan took a look at the package she'd found on her step. She checked the tag. It didn't say who it was from. The tag simply read, 'To a beautiful woman that deserves all the love and riches in the world.'

She couldn't help but blush. Sure, she was pretty, but beautiful? Megan walked into the living room, where a full-length mirror hung on the wall. She was still young, only twenty-three. Standing at 5'4", and weighing barely 110 lbs, most guys towered over her and were stronger than her. Her short black hair was soft and silky, Brent loved running his hands through it. Her face was kind of plain, but guys noticed her well enough. Her breasts were a low to mid C, her waist wasn't as narrow as she'd like it to be, but her wide hips, large butt and slim legs made up for that.

After she was done assessing herself, Megan went back into the kitchen and opened the gift. Inside was a black jewelry box. Inside of that box was a beautiful necklace. It was a ruby shaped like a heart set into what appeared to be silver with a red tint to it, the chain made of the same metal. She put it on and finished up the dinner, packed it into a basket and headed over to the office supply store Brent worked at. As she parked her car, she looked at her clock, reading 7:30. Perfect, she was just in time for his lunch break. Entering the store, she saw Craig, an old friend of hers. He waved as he walked over to her.

"Hey, Megan," he said, a smile on his face. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, since Brent has to work tonight and go to the other store early tomorrow, I thought I'd make dinner for us to eat on his lunch break."

"Huh, I didn't know Brent was working tonight. Sharon probably asked that asshole Carl for the night off instead of doing inventory. I swear that woman is such a bitch."

"I'll see you," she said, heading for the employee break room.

"Bye, Megan," he replied, going to help someone.

She went back to find an empty break room. Setting the basket down, she went into the store room. Tom, another employee and friend was heading for her.

"Is Brent around?" she asked.

"Yeah, a couple rows down, working with Sharon," he answered, jotting something down. She walked down and saw Brent, bent over something.

"Hey, Br--," Megan started to shout, but cut herself off as she got nearer and saw what he was doing. Brent was bent over a box, Sharon under him, moaning like a whore in heat as Brent fucked her for all he was worth. He'd heard her and looked up, a little shocked at seeing her, but more annoyed than apologetic. Sharon turned towards her, panting heavily. The blonde bitch smirked at her, pushing back at Brent.

"What are you doing here, Megan?" he asked sternly.

"You have the nerve to ask me that after I catch you cheating on me?!" Megan screamed at him, tears starting to roll down her face. "I made us a nice dinner so that we could be together since we can't be together on Valentine's Day. Because I love you."

"Hey, it ain't cheating when I'm not getting any," he growled at her.

"Excuse me?!"

"You heard me, bitch. I'm tired of waiting on you to let me in your pants so I found someone who could take care of my needs and appreciate what I have to offer," he snarled, pulling his erect penis from Sharon. He was an impressive seven and a half, eight inches long and pretty thick around.

"So...you never really loved me?" Megan asked, no emotion in her voice. "I was just another piece of ass to you?"

"When did I ever tell you otherwise?" he asked back, shoving his dick back into Sharon.

Unable to watch anymore and utterly heartbroken, Megan turned away, ran out through the store and to her car. Barely able to see through her tears, she dropped her keys when she tried unlocking her car, the keys bouncing under her car. Still sobbing, she got down on her hands and knees, reaching for her keys. Once she got them, Megan stood up. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around.

"Leave..." she started to say, but was interrupted when a large man slammed her against her car, putting a knife against her throat.

"You scream bitch and I'll cut your tongue out," he whispered in her ear, alcohol strong on his breath. She went utterly still as he started pulling at her clothes, ripping her shirt. Megan struggled, but he was too big and strong for her to get away. But before he could do anything else, he was pulled off of her, the knife cutting her shallowly. She turned to see what was going on, but something slammed her against her car again. Megan fell to the ground beside her car, her vision going fuzzy. The last things she noticed before she fell unconscious was what looked to be a lizard's tail and she heard a deafening roar. Then it all went black.

Chapter 2

Megan woke up with a pounding headache. Groaning softly, she sat up. Only to find out she wasn't at home. The bed she was in was huge and covered with red silk sheets. Extremely soft pillows were scattered all over the bed. Looking around the room, she found it to be lavish. The walls had beautiful paintings on them, even a flat screen TV on the wall directly in front of her. Looking out the windows on her right, she saw it was still night. Or did she sleep through an entire day and it was the night of her birthday? Her temples throbbed, making her vision spin.

"Good. You're awake," she heard a strange male voice say. Megan looked in the direction the voice came from. She screamed, flattening herself against the headboard. Standing in the doorway was a huge red dragon. He slowly entered the room and sat by the bed. Sitting there, he was at least fifteen feet tall. He looked puzzled at first, then looked down at himself.

"Oh. Forgive me," he said softly. He shimmered slightly and disappeared, replaced by a tall man with fire red hair and orange eyes, wearing black pants and a white shirt.

"W-w-who or w-what are you?" Megan stammered, shaking heavily.

"I am Tiro Flamewalker, Son of King Losmos Flamewalker, King of the Ruby Clan and Second in Command of the Clan Council of Dragons," he answered, bowing at the waist. "And if you haven't guessed, I am a dragon."

"Where am I and why did you bring me here?" she asked, moving away as Tiro sat on the edge of the bed.

"You're in my home," he replied softly, not moving any closer to her. "I brought you here after I saved you from the drunk that tried to rape you. And I'm sorry for throwing you against your car, I got a little carried away."

She rubbed her head again. "How long was I out for?"

"An hour or two," he told her. "Are you ok?"

"My head feels like someone beat on it for an hour, but other than that, I'm ok."

Tiro moved closer, sitting beside her. She tried to get off the bed and back away from him, but he grabbed her arm. Megan panicked and tried to get away, but she couldn't budge his grip. He reached over and simply touched her forehead, whispering a few soft words. A few seconds later, her headache was gone. She looked at him, a little scared but curious.

"How did you do that?" she asked. He smiled a little.

"Magic," he replied.

"And if you're a...a dragon, does that mean we're in a cave or something in the middle of nowhere?"

"No. We're actually in a parallel dimension. We dragons were pretty close to extinction in your dimension, so we moved to this one. Together, we helped the humans and other races here become peaceful. This world is pretty much just like your own, except for the fact that magic exists here. In your world, magic used to thrive. Now, magic only exists for those that believe in it and there aren't many."

"Then why were you in my dimension?"

"I wasn't. I was here, watching over you carefully."

"You were spying on me?" she asked, horrified. "Watching me all the time?"

"Heavens, no," Tiro said. "I wouldn't be so depraved as to watch you in your...most private moments. I merely watched over you when you were at work or out of your home."

"Why? Why me of all people? I'm not that interesting."

"You are to me," Tiro told her, lightly touching her cheek. "You're my mate."

"Mate?" she asked, her eyes going wide as she tried to pull away from him again. "No way. I don't even know you. There's no way that I'm your mate."

"Please let me explain myself," he said, still holding onto her. His grip was solid, but it was gentle. "I forget that you're not from this world."

"Start talking then," she snapped.

"What I mean when I call you my mate is that you're the one meant for me. You would call it being soul mates. Every dragon has one person somewhere in this world or other worlds that is meant for them, that completes them. Many go their entire lives never finding their soul mates. But the few that have, their love makes them ageless and should one die, their partner joins them in Heaven for all eternity. I'd been in your dimension visiting a buddy of mine living there when I first saw you, about a year ago. You were with a man and you were happy. The second I saw you, I knew you were my soul mate and I loathe the man you were with. He doesn't deserve you."

"Then you'll be happy to know that I'm not seeing him anymore," she said, turning away from him as tears stung her eyes. "I caught him cheating with a co-worker when I brought him a romantic dinner to share for an early Valentine's Day, which is also my birthday." She started crying harder. "I really thought he'd loved me. But to him, I was just another woman to sleep with, nothing more."

When she felt his arms go around her, she turned into his body, bawling like a baby.

"I'm sorry that you had to go through that," Tiro said to her, rocking her slowly and stroking her hair, "But you're better off without that jerk. You need someone to love you and provide for you. I love you. I want to provide for you."

"I don't even know you."

"Give me a month. If you still don't have any feelings for me, then I'll take you back home and you won't see me again."

"But what about my home? My job?"

"All taken care of. I've seen how hard you work. You deserve a lot of time off for what you have to put up with."

"You were the one who sent me this, weren't you?" she asked, pointing to the pendant around her neck.

"Yes. I made it for you as a mating gift. But even if that doesn't happen, you still get to keep it."

Megan wanted to protest and argue, but she was very tired. She yawned loudly, wiping the tears from her face.

"It's late," Tiro said, brushing her hair away from her face. "You should sleep now."

"You're right," she yawned again. "Where's your bathroom?"

"To your right," he said, pointing at an open door as he stood.

Megan got up and went in, shutting the door behind her. It was a huge room. The center of the room was taken up by what could be called a large pond, filled with steaming water. A closed in shower was in the corner and the toilet was on the other side of a privacy partition along with the sink. While she was using the facilities, she heard the door open, then close a few seconds later. After she washed her hands and brushed her teeth, she went back into the main room and found a red silk nightgown with a flower pattern folded neatly on a stand next to the door. She shed her clothes and put it on. It nearly reached her ankles and the neck dipped a little low, but allowed her her modesty. Going back out into the bedroom, she found Tiro in a pair of black boxers, turning the bed back. He looked up and smiled. His smile made her heat up, it was so damn sexy. Tiro walked around the bed, a low growl cutting through the air.

"You're gorgeous, Megan," he purred, kissing her forehead.

"Thank you," she said, looking at her feet, blushing.

As she climbed into the bed, Tiro walked back around to get in on the other side.

"What are you doing?" she asked, trembling.

"Relax," he told her. "I'm just going to lay with you and hold you. That's it, I promise. If you're too uncomfortable, I'll sleep somewhere else. I just thought you could use a little extra comfort."

"That's ok," she said, easing over to him slowly. "I've just never...slept in a bed with a man before."

He smiled, pulling her up to his body. He was nothing but muscle and he smelled wonderful. He didn't try to touch her inappropriately or force her to have sex, Tiro just... held her, stroked her back lightly. She sighed heavily, nuzzling against his chest and fell into the most peaceful sleep of her life.

Chapter 3

Megan woke up, sunlight streaming through the open windows, a warm, gentle breeze blowing in. She was alone in the room. She stretched as she got out of bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. After using the bathroom, Megan decided to take a bath. Tossing her nightgown off, she selected a soap that smelled like cinnamon and vanilla and added it to the huge bath. Minutes later, the water was covered in a thick, fragrant foam. Grabbing a soft loofah, Megan eased herself into the water, the warm water relaxing her. She swam around the bath lazily, washing thoroughly. Once she was totally clean, Megan got out and rinsed off in the shower. Wrapped in a towel, she found a red and pink dress and a rose hair clip on the same stand Tiro had left the gown the night before. She put it on. It showed off her hips and her legs, the hem going just past her knees. Tying her hair up with the clip, she went back out into the room. Curious about the rest of the house, she went out the main doors, exiting into a wide corridor, the ceiling very high above her head. Coming up on a door, she opened it to find what looked like a guest room. The next four doors were guest rooms as well. Now at the end of the corridor, it opened up into a giant living room. The furniture was huge, the space between the bottom of the couches and the floor tall enough for her to walk underneath and still have a foot or two. The furniture circled the fireplace, a TV over it. Across the room, off to the right, she could see a smaller version of the room she was in. Hearing a clatter in the next room, she went through a set of swinging doors on the other side of the room, entering an amazing kitchen. Tiro was standing at the stove, making French toast, eggs and bacon. He turned towards her and smiled.

"Morning," he said, that sexy smile of his showing itself again. "Did you sleep well?"

"Wonderfully," she replied. "Thank you for the clothes."

"It's my pleasure," he answered. "You hungry?"

"Famished," she said.

"Have a seat."

Megan sat at the small table in a corner of the kitchen. Tiro brought her a plate laden with food. She attacked the food, nearly polishing it off by the time he sat down with his own. When she was done with her plate, her stomach growled again. Tiro just smiled and pushed his plate over to her.

"No. You don't need to..."

"Go ahead. I want you to be full," he told her. She attacked the food while he got another plate for himself. This one she ate slower and her and Tiro finished around the same time.

"Happy birthday, Megan," he said.

"Wow. I can't believe I forgot that was today."

"It's understandable, given what you went through yesterday."

"Don't remind me," she sighed.

"Sorry," Tiro said.

"So, what am I allowed to do around here?" she asked.

"Whatever you wish," Tiro said. "How about I take you shopping in town? I'm afraid that what I gave you last night and today is all I have for a female."

"Sounds good."

They were in town most of the day and came back with so many packages, it took Tiro's hired help twenty minutes to get it in inside and nearly an hour to get it put away in his closet.

"Thank you for today, Tiro," Megan sighed, flopping down on the bed. "I haven't had so much fun in a long time."

"I was more than happy to spend time with you," Tiro said, sitting beside her on the bed. "And I would like to give you another gift."

She sat up, resting up on her elbows. "Really? What is it?"

His answer was leaning forward and kissing her on the mouth. Megan shuddered when Tiro's tongue licked at her lips, asking to be let in. She moaned very softly, parting her lips to let him in and dropping back onto the bed, Tiro following her. He was an amazing kisser and he was so hot, she thought she would get burned. After a couple of exquisite minutes, Tiro pulled back to look her in the eyes, smiling at her.

"Wow," she breathed, heat tearing through her veins, leaving her hot and aching. "That was fantastic, but...I don't know if I can go through with...you know."

"You should know in your heart that I would never force you to do anything," he whispered in her ear, nipping at her earlobe. "I want to make tonight a night you'll never want to forget." He stretched out beside her, sitting up on his elbow so that he was leaning over her. "All it takes to stop me is to say no. Please...let me show you how much I love you."

She didn't say anything, so he kissed her again. Megan kissed him back, pushing her hands through his red hair. Heat flared through her when Tiro's hands caressed her body, making her undulate underneath him. Megan had never felt anything like this before. She'd felt some desire with Brent and her other few and far between boyfriends, but this was different. And she liked it. He stopped kissing her, lifting up off her for a moment. She followed him up, her hand running over his crotch lightly.

"Mmm, my lady," Tiro groaned, pushing into her hand. Megan pulled her hand back, her actions frightening her a little. He looked at her not in anger, but concern. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," she said, starting to cry. "Part of me wants this, but...the other part of me is afraid that this is all either a trick or a dream and then I'll be all alone again. I can't take any more disappointment. I just can't."

"This is no dream," Tiro told her, sitting beside her. "And I wouldn't deceive a female just to have sex. I love you and I want to be with you always. And before you say it, we may not know each other and your mind might tell you this is a ruse. Listen to your heart. What does it tell you?"

She looked up at his handsome face, into his orange eyes. "It says that you're telling me the truth and that I want, need, to be with you. But I can't help but feel scared. I've never felt like this before about anyone or have anybody as hot as you want me."

"Do you want to continue?" he asked.

She nodded.

"How can I make this more comfortable for you? Perhaps you want the lights out?"

"No. That would make it worse. I don't really know what to do...so I guess I'd feel more comfortable starting out undressing you."

Tiro grinned slyly. "As you wish, dear Megan."